Fingers Crossed

I'm working on college applications now and it's really making me think about myself and what I want to do with the rest of my life. It's so hard!

i wish i were a child again. not to play or sleep or dream, but to mean what i say and say what i mean and know with complete security that when I grow up I will be... an actress, a doctor, a lawyer, an author. not a Thor, like the god who learned a lesson but the profession Thats what it should be. I confess, I profess that the rest of my life, I'll not spend as a wife but a baker. not my friend terriann, but a baker like the maker of the gingerbread man and unlike the engine I don't think I can but I know.

As time passes, I grow but my resolve is undone. The work isn't fun and I can't see the sun. But i do it, moving towards a goal. the soles of my shoes are torn, the look on my face's forlorn because I don't know what I'm running towards.

So you see, that's what I miss not a hug or a kiss, though those are nice too nothing's amiss, but I'm feeling quite blue what I need is to see, to conceive, to believe that I don't just THINK I'll work in a skating rink or work making sinks, or sin, "tink a link link" But I'll know that I''l grow to be a human that sows seeds of great hope and nope, that's not all That I'll know who I am, what I am, what I'll do. I'm not sure of myself now. But i will be soon...

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